My Pursuit of Justice After Sexual Abuse
Warning: This article contains sensitive content regarding sexual abuse and assault that may be triggering for some readers. Since I was a little girl, I hated hospitals. That sterile smell of rubbing alcohol and those cold laminated floors made me want to scream. This day was no different. Lying on a hospital bed, rolled out paper crinkling beneath my naked body, I felt like a piece of raw meat on parchment waiting to be inspected. “Are you ready?” The nurse asked from behind the curtain. Ready for what? I thought. Why the hell am I here? I want to go home. Muzzling my frustration, I answered as...
June 21, 2018
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